A brand new Guardian invites me to his world, and before we can even talk properly, he strikes up a business proposition. I'm suspicious, I don't know him, so of course I have questions.
Does he know who I am? He does. He can find out who anyone is.
Does he know what I do? He does, and he knows about Lumina. I dislike that. I dislike that I have feelings about that. I step closer, and he - a tall, white raven - is arched over a tome.
I can't tell if I'm about to make a mistake or if the mistake has already been made long before I got here.